Splitting land from azure sea, Stretching listless, distant, glaring, Silent lies the ribbon ochre, Kissing the greenness of the lea. Sun-showers bathe the steaming shore, Splashing back from sandy facets, Spreading softly warmth and light, Languor under the breakers’ roar. Stillness is shattered by the wave-song Swishing, lapping toward the shore, Singing of Man's eternal desire, “Take Me Along! . . . Take me along!"
Written circa 1961, revised 1997 by David L Brungart - © Copyright